Godslayer In the Comic World

  Chapter 24 My strongest is 【Money Ability】

  However, the fact that Gwen Spider-Woman was born out of nowhere does not mean that the situation will progress quickly, but that there are more uncertainties.

  If history is really followed, the little spider Peter will find his father’s legacy, the priceless formula, which will promote Dr. Connors’ cross-species genetic research, and eventually lead to the birth of Dr. Lizard.

  Gwen’s version, because Peter was bullied by Eugene *Lightning* Thompson and various unfair treatment, under extreme depression, Peter injected a self-made serum, became a lizard man, and finally burped.

  In this life, Ange stopped the bullying just because he didn't want to see Peter burp.

   "So, what's next?"

  Ange has expectations for changes in the "plot". As a little butterfly who reverses history, Ange is not idle while waiting for the wheel of history to advance. For example, he summoned Eugene Thompson.

  In the private room of an exclusive membership club, Ange met Thompson and his son.

   "Don't be so nervous, Mr. Thompson, I have no ill will towards your son, I just want to make friends."

  The old Thompson in this life is a retired football player. His son has obviously inherited his genes and is now the school's football star.

  Old Thompson had seen the world anyway, just by watching Ange's battle, he knew that the opponent was a big shot who crushed their father and son to death like an ant.

   "Make friends? It's Eugene's high ranking."

"No, no, no!" Anger shook his right index finger casually: "Mr. Thompson, if you insist on saying this, then only Tony Stark is eligible to be my friend. I never make friends based on whether the other party has Money, anyway, will not be richer than me."

  Exaggerated lineup of bodyguards, beautiful female secretary, absolutely low-key luxury clothes, and such a powerful aura that ordinary people would never have, overwhelmed Eugene.

   "Mr. Ange, I was the one who went too far today, please forgive me." Eugene lowered his head heavily.

  Ange's eyes flashed coldly: "The person you need to apologize to is not me, but Gordon and Parker."

   He should have been taught a lesson by his father a long time ago, and Eugene agreed very simply: "Yes, I will apologize to them tomorrow."

   Without waiting for Old Thompson to speak, Ange waved his hand: "Those who have not left society can only be regarded as children, and I don't care about children."

   Putting the words here, old Thompson naturally couldn't continue.

   "I invest in the field of biotechnology, and I'm actually more interested in Eugene's genes. If possible, we can cooperate in the future." After Ange finished speaking, Black Canary handed Thompson and his son a proposal.

   To put it bluntly, this thing is to fool Thompson and his son. The plan mentioned in it is somewhat similar to the plan carried out by Dr. Connors of the Osborne Group.

  Ange certainly didn't expect the Thompsons to believe him.

  Just according to history, Eugene will lose his legs in the Middle East war in the future. He accepted an experiment from the old US government, which made him successfully combine with the Venom symbiote, become a superhero Venom agent, and become the official queen thug of the old US.

  Ange does not intend to leave such a useful tool to the government.

  All his troubles lie in the [Limb Regeneration Experiment] in the plan.

  Now that Eugene can run and jump, it is the greatest time in his life, and he feels that there is nothing in the world that he cannot do.

  Ange will not deliberately hit Eugene.

   When this thing really happens like in history, it's time for Ange to cut off the beard.

   Sure enough, the old Thompson frowned upon seeing this plan. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the future of his super-athletic son. Moreover, the other party wants to obtain Eugene's genes, and needs to draw blood and do experiments many times. This displeased old Thompson.

  He just didn't dare to attack, so he declined Ange.

  Ange was not annoyed: "Eugene, I know you are not convinced. It's just a lot of things, not what you imagined. How about we try breaking your wrists?"

  Wrist break? I am good at this.

  Eugene has always had the kind of short-tempered temper. Due to the opponent's power, of course he didn't dare to explode, but when it comes to strength, he is confident that he will not lose to anyone.

   "With whom?" Eugene said, even his father couldn't stop him.

  Ange rolled up his sleeves and put it on the table: "Me!"

  At this second, there was obvious contempt in Eugene's eyes.

  Ange's arm muscles seem to be fairly well-proportioned, but that's just the level of a 'stronger' ordinary person.

   As a strong athlete, Eugene is an out-and-out devil with muscles.

  His father watched his son put his exaggerated arm on the table, and thought: It's over!

  His smashed arm is thicker than the thigh of the secretary next to him!

  Ange on the opposite side is the patron's father! If this stupefied young man tears up his arm muscles, it's a feud!

  His father squirmed his mouth a few times, but he couldn't stop him.

  People invited to fight, but my son accepted it.

   After all, these two are still the same age.

  What else can old Thompson say as a father.

  Actually, not only Thompson and his son were curious, but Ange's bodyguards also secretly stretched their necks.

  Wrist-wrestling is the least important thing to pay attention to, as long as the table is reliable.

  When the two powerful big hands came together, as the countdown of Dana's crisp "three two one" ended, the confident Eugene was the first to attack.

  Ange was really surprised when he felt a huge force coming from the big bear-like hand on the opposite side.

   The system evaluates the power value as high as 17 points!

  This is absolutely excellent for a mortal.

   Figure it out, Eugene is just a football player, not a professional weightlifter. Eugene has the brains to be a quarterback who is the commander of the team. Compared with arm strength, a tight end like Eugene actually pays more attention to the exercise of leg strength.

   It’s just that in Eugene’s opinion, he is enough to instantly kill the ‘weak’ rich man on the opposite side.

  In fact, his initial premonition was right. As soon as he exerted his strength, the seemingly overwhelming force pushed down the opponent's arm little by little.

  The **** is, when he presses the opponent's arm until the angle between the arm and the table is at most 30 degrees, he can't press it down.

   "Drink!"

   "Ho—"

   "Woo-uh-"

  Eugene's exaggerated roar echoed in the private room. There were blue veins on his neck, shoulders, and arms at the same time, and his blood vessels were swollen like small earthworms.

  If you don't look at the position of the arm, you will think that he is the one who is suppressed.

   But at this moment, he is still in the 'upper hand'.

   Well, at least on the surface.

  He bullied Gordon this morning, and now his and his father's hearts are really beating like "Gordon, Gordon".

  He had already exhausted all his strength, even if Ange on the opposite side was not calm, he was still able to do so with ease!

   "What's the matter? Mr. Thompson. Is this the only strength you're proud of?" Anger's mockery ignited the anger in Eugene's heart.

   "Damn it... ah ah ah ah!" He puffed up his muscles and exerted all his strength to exert pressure, completing the final suppression.

  It's a pity that all his anger is a typical incompetent rage. No matter how much he increases, Ange's arm still remains motionless.

  "Mr. Thompson, since your strength is only so small, then I will fight back." What the understated voice brought to Eugene was not stimulation, but suppression!

  His arrogance, his rage, his resistance, everything he was most proud of, all disintegrated inch by inch under this slow and incomparable force.

  Eugene could clearly feel the strength being transmitted from Ange's arm, which was one-third thinner than his.

  The clenched arms of the two began to lean back to the back of Eugene's hand like a pendulum.

   This crushing force Eugene was completely unable to resist.

  His exaggerated biceps are as ridiculous as an inflated ball in the face of this strength.

  Did not adopt the kind of explosive force that intentionally hurts people, Ange just ran over slowly at a rate of 5 degrees per second.

   "Boom!"

  In the last thirty degrees, Eugene gave up and was pressed heavily on the table with the back of his hand.

  He was panting heavily, and there were even tears in the corners of his eyes.

  He couldn't figure out how he lost.

   Obviously, this noble son who seemed to have nothing but money beat him in the way Eugene Lightning Thompson was best at.

  Old Thompson saw his son lose, and felt a little heartbroken, but also silently grateful, at least Ange didn't intentionally hurt his son. A torn arm muscle can be fatal to a football running back.

  After Eugene lost, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he asked in a strange way: "So wrist strength is your strongest point?"

  Ange smiled, and shook his index finger with his right hand: "No! No! No! No! My strongest power now should be [Money Ability]!"

   "..."

  (end of this chapter)